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- Dec 7, 2010
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- Guido
All I remember is going out into the garage, lowering my windows and listening to the '70's on XM channel 7. The next thing I know I am being slapped by my wife (again) with her telling me to get over it. She remains the angel of my life, but after every trip by my lifeblood Saints to that imagined hell hole of St. Louis I feel savaged by the fallen angels of the depths. Why must I be repeatedly tormented by the Rams? What have I ever done to them?
Over and over again I have hopes dashed and dreams destroyed. Over my extended life I have met and loved many special people from the home of the Rams, yet I feel time and time again that my friendship is repaid by heart crushing defeats.
Intelligently I would like to wish the Rams' contingency congratulations, but emotionally I can't help but wish a plague of itching rash upon you all. But, emotions must be controlled. (just slapped again)
There is nothing left constructively but the honestly share "props" with my ROD friends.
Now, if you pardon me, I have a date with Baba O'Riley and the comforting feeling of a running engine.
Over and over again I have hopes dashed and dreams destroyed. Over my extended life I have met and loved many special people from the home of the Rams, yet I feel time and time again that my friendship is repaid by heart crushing defeats.
Intelligently I would like to wish the Rams' contingency congratulations, but emotionally I can't help but wish a plague of itching rash upon you all. But, emotions must be controlled. (just slapped again)
There is nothing left constructively but the honestly share "props" with my ROD friends.
Now, if you pardon me, I have a date with Baba O'Riley and the comforting feeling of a running engine.